I can't tell you how much your continued support has meant to me. Please remember Gigi is older than her "real" age, but she's also the devil's spawn, so she knows a few big words.

She Always Takes Me Back

Chapter 11: The Trouble with Christopher

"What do you mean you think you killed him?" Morey asked as he pulled himself out of bed.

"That no good ex of Lorelai's was about to set her house on fire." Babette said while trying to catch her breath. "I ran up behind him and hit him over the head with the shovel. He fell over the porch and is just lyin' there."

"Did you check for a pulse or get Lorelai?"

"No, I just ran here. And Luke and Lorelai were making up, if you know what I mean."

"Alright, let's check it out."

Morey jumped out of bed as fast as his body would allow, slipped on some shoes and headed out the door, making sure to duck.

As they made their way around Lorelai's house, Luke could be heard moaning from upstairs.

"What is she doing to him?" Morey asked.

"If you don't know, we need to spice it up in the bedroom, doll. Or maybe I'll just show you later?"

Morey smiled, but then he saw a lifeless lump lying in Lorelai's bushes.

"Is that him?"

"No, that's another burglar who mysteriously fell in the exact same spot where I killed one earlier. Why are you asking such dumb questions at a time like this?"

"Sorry."

Morey bent down to examine Christopher. His feet were elevated in Lorelai's shrubbery. There was a pool of blood under Christopher's head. He looked a bloody mess. Morey tried to find a pulse, but couldn't feel one. It seemed she had killed him.

"I don't feel anything. I think he's dead."

"I'm going to jail and Rory's never gonna forgive me for killing her dad," Babette said as she began to hyperventilate. "I can't go to jail. I'm not strong enough. I'll be sold for cigarettes."

"Easy, babe. No one is going to jail. You were defending a home."

"But it wasn't my home. Taylor will find a way to send me up the river. This is his big chance. We have to hide the body."

"Oh, no way. I'm not doing that again," he said as he started to walk back home. "I'm calling 911."

"Morey, please. I can't do this. I need your help."

Morey stopped and turned around.

"All right, where is the shovel? We have a lot of work to do before the sun rises."

"Wake up, Grandmother Hayden. We have to leave."

Francine opened her eyes to find Gigi standing next to her bed. She was fully dressed. Her blonde hair was in neat pigtails, but there was a coldness in her eyes and in her voice.

"Oh, good heavens, Georgia," she said after gasping. "You scared me half to death."

"We have to leave. We have to go to Christopher."

"Child, what are you talking about? It's 2:15 in the morning."

"He needs us right now or it will be too late."

"We can't leave."

"Get dressed, Grandmother Hayden. I'll be in the car. We are going to Stars Hollow."

Georgia walked out of the room, leaving Francine perplexed. Should she go back to bed and let Georgia stew and probably key her car or should she get dressed for some wild goose chase? For some reason, she couldn't say no to Georgia. Francine decided to go. At least this way, she could leave the devil child with her father for good.

Francine got up to get dressed.

Luke woke up satiated after hearing some noises outside. The clock said 2:23. He had only been asleep about an hour. Lorelai's naked form was lying next to him. Her hair was covering her face, her arm outstretched over Luke's leg. Light snores came with each breath she took.

This is really happening, he thought. We might actually make this work. He just had to figure out how to tell her about Emily's little visit this evening. He put on his boxers and went to the window to check out the noises, but he couldn't see anything in the dark. After relieving himself, he went downstairs to get a drink and found the kitchen a mess.

Lorelai had really let the place go, he thought, as he cleaned up the matches on the floor and the scattered kitchenware on the counter. As he picked it up, he realized most of this stuff was his, and he had been wondering where it had gone. He missed his spatula.

He set the coffee pot for the morning, and checked the refrigerator. It was mostly empty. He would not be cooking her breakfast in the morning. The morning, he thought. He had to open in the morning. Well, he could make her a great breakfast at the diner. That way, the town would know they had reunited and business would pick up. And people would stop wearing those damn ribbons around town.

As he entered Lorelai's bedroom, he noticed she had rolled over and her breasts were now exposed. Seeing her lying there was waking up parts of his anatomy that had just gone to sleep. He decided he may as well wake her up as well in the best way he knew. After removing his boxers, he gently pulled the sheet away from her body and moved between her legs.

As he began to trail languid kisses up her inner thigh, Lorelai woke up very happy.

As Babette removed the gas soaked newspapers and canister, Morey put the finishing touches on the hole he had dug in the back yard. It wasn't very deep, but it would do the trick. He figured a couple of the gnomes, maybe Jasper and Lorenzo, could cover the spot.

"Hey, Babe," Morey said in his best stage whisper. "Get over here and help me."

Babette put down the paper-filled trash bag and joined Morey, who was standing over Christopher.

"You take the left side and I'll take the right so we can get him in the hole. Afterwards, we'll see if we can clean up the blood. I don't think we have anything to worry about. Gil Grissom is going to be paying us a visit."

"Morey, now is not the time for comedy. Let's just get him hidden."

As moans began again from Lorelai's bedroom, Babette was starting to wish Lorelai would learn to shut her window. The sounds of ecstasy was not the right soundtrack for body disposal.

"He's not very heavy," Morey said as they dragged Christopher's body the 200 feet to its new home. "Didn't he used to be handsome?"

"Yeah, but Luke punched him and I hit him twice. I don't know why his skin looks so strange. He'd have to be pretty if Lorelai dated him."

"True. She doesn't date the ugly ones, does she? Alright, I'll cover him with dirt. You get rid of those papers."

It took Morey less than ten minutes to cover Christopher. Babette brought over the gnomes to mark the spot. The sounds had finally ceased from Lorelai's house. Babette hoped Lorelai appreciated what they had done. Christopher was only about five seconds from possibly killing her. He had obviously lost his mind. Before she fell asleep that night, she said a prayer for his soul.

The clock in Lorelai Gilmore's bedroom read 4:30, but Luke was awake again. He couldn't take it anymore. They had to talk. It would not be official until they talked.

"Hey, Lorelai," Luke said, gently nudging her.

"No more, Luke, please. Five times is enough. I need some sleep."

"Lorelai, we need to talk."

She rolled over to face him.

"We can do that in the morning, too. I'm so tired."

"Your mother came to see me tonight."

Lorelai sat up immediately.

"My mother did what?"

"She came by the diner tonight and said you had chosen me and she'd stay out of it. First, I thought she was crazy, but I let her words sink in. She said you weren't speaking to her."

"It's true. I keep hanging up on her."

"Well, if you wanted to be with Christopher…"

"I don't want to be with him."

"I know. But if you did, you would not be freezing her out. You'd only do that you had really chosen me. Then, I realized I was the biggest jackass in Connecticut and ran over here, leaving the diner in Kirk's hands."

"Wow, aren't you afraid he'll burn it down or something? I thought I smelled gasoline tonight."

"I turned off the stove before I left."

"I'm glad you did, Luke. I have to tell you something about Christopher."

"What? Did he show back up here?"

"Yes."

"I'll kill him," Luke said, trying to get out of bed before Lorelai grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"It's taken care of. He's been watching the house and apparently, came in when I wasn't home and took pictures. I went to confront him and he had put pictures of me all over the bedroom. It was the creepiest thing I've ever seen, and that includes Kirk as Mama Rose in Gypsy last year. I set him straight though, and did a little damage to him as well. Plus, Babette pegged him in the head with a jar."

"Lorelai, I'm serious, If he returns, call me or the police. That is not sane behavior. Does Rory know?"

"She knows he was outside the house. She doesn't know the rest. I told him I'd only tell her if he did it again. I just want you to know that I'm through with him. He is a part of Rory's life, but he is out of mine."

"You know that might not be true, Lorelai. You don't have to say things like that to me. I trust you and I trust that you and I belong together. I meant it when I said I love you."

"I love you, too, Luke. Can we go back to sleep, now?"

"Sure, but I won't be here when you get up. I have to open the diner. But the coffee pot will be ready downstairs and breakfast will be waiting for you at the diner."

"I can't tell you how much I've missed your pancakes. I've been in withdrawal. The only thing worse than my Luke withdrawal was my Luke's cooking withdrawal."

"Well, my Lorelai withdrawal was killing my business."

"I heard," she said with a chuckle. "I'm just glad we worked this out because I don't think the town would have forgiven me if the diner closed."

"Let's just hope that never happens again. Are you ready for some real sleep?"

"Dear God, yes," he said, kissing her one last time before spooning her from behind.

"Good night, Lover."

"Good night, Lorelai."

"Georgia, dear, where are we going," Francie asked as they drove the empty streets of Stars Hollow.

"Find the rooster, then go right. Christopher is waiting there."

Francie didn't know what Georgia was up to, and she wanted the little hellion gone. Wherever Christopher was, he was leaving there with his daughter. She had decided she'd be one of those distant grandparents who just sends checks at holidays and birthdays.

After spotting the rooster and turning right, the road led to a driveway which had a mailbox with the name 'Gilmore' on it. Christopher was with Lorelai? She couldn't believe he was cheating on his wife with that tramp that ruined his life.

"Is he in there?"

"No, he's by the red house. Find the little men. The little men are killing him."

"Georgia, this is the craziest thing I've ever heard."

"Find the little men, Grandmother Hayden and you will find him. But you better hurry."

Something in Gigi's eyes frightened Francine. Her eyes were not human. They seemed to be from another world. She had to do what they said. Francine got out of the car and walked toward the house. After a few minutes, she found two creepy gnomes over a fresh mound of dirt.

When Christopher opened his eyes, he noticed two things. First, his head hurt like hell. Second, dirt was everywhere. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. Dirt was in his eyes, his mouth, his lungs. The dirt was holding him down. He was underground. Someone had buried him alive.